SANTA FE SPRINGS, Calif. – During a recent trip to the Dealernews offices in Santa Monica, Calif., I stopped into Scorpion Sports headquarters in nearby Santa Fe Springs.
Some problems are easier to solve than others
DEAR GRANDMA AND GRANDPA,
I hope y’all are good up there in Heaven. I’ve been meaning to ask, can you see into the future? It would be cool if you can, and then maybe you could, like, send me a sign or something if I make a wrong move to send me in the right direction. I make so many decisions every day and a little guidance from above would be swell!
Anyway, things are really busy here in Dallas. Summer is here and we are rocking. Thank God for me, please! Speaking of God, I’ve never been much of a churchgoer, except a few times with you, Grandma, and a few times with my Ma when I was a little kid. But I pray a lot, does that count? I mean, I think it has to, because I sure do put a lot of faith in my conversations with the Good Lord and I need Him (or Her) in my life, and I think we all do! Life is so dang hard and I always feel like I’m not doing good enough, or working hard enough. But I’m trying.
Recently, on a a busy Sunday afternoon, my beer joint and bike shop were both hopping with customers having a good time. Well, I’m standing at the front counter of Strokers Dallas, my bike shop, and some goofy-looking goon comes up and hovers around me for 10 minutes while I’m talking with other customers.
Finally, they leave and I turn my attention to this cat. He said he was sorry but he was fixin’ to ruin my day. Then he went on a 10-minute rant about how pissed off he was and how I should “clean house” over at my bar & grill. I could see that he was really super mad because his hands were clenched, his face had turned red and was all scrunched up like a squished tomato, and he was practically foaming at the mouth.
It took me a while to figure out what he was incensed about because he was on a rant. Finally, he told me just why he was so dang-spitting mad. It seems he was served cold French fries! Yes sir, you heard me right, all this because he got cold French fries. I asked him if he brought it to the attention of my bartender or cook. NOPE, he just stormed out of the bar and came to find me.
So, I calmed him down by telling him how truly sorry I am about the cold fries and that I would fire the bartender, shoot the cook, close my place down and jump off the Magnolia building in downtown Dallas. He seemed satisfied with that.
Did I mention that he was intoxicated?
Hey, Grandpa, down here, we have a problem that’s getting bigger. We have had a rash of crazy people going into schools and shooting innocent people, including children. I don’t understand how somebody’s brain can be so fouled up that they think that the answer to their problems is to go shoot innocent kids.
Remember the answers I was asking for earlier? We could use some guidance from above with this problem. It makes all us good hard-working Americans sick that this is happening, and so far we don’t have the answer as to how to stop it. Some people think that it’s a gun control problem. Is it? I do believe in the Second Amendment and the right to bear arms, but I would gladly give up my guns if it would solve this problem. But it won’t. I would love to be alone with one of those cowardly child killers. Let’s see if one of these grown men that kills kids is such a tough guy against another grown man with a gun. I don’t think so!
Ya know, I tend to think that this generation of kids has it way too easy. I mean, when we were kids we got our butts beat by our dad if we screwed up bad enough. My dad disciplined my brother and I, and guess what? We are both responsible, disciplined grownups with good families and good careers.
Coincidence? I think not. The old saying is “Spare the rod and spoil the child.” I believe that too! This current generation seems to have a sense of entitlement. When I was a kid our parents never gave us anything, not an allowance and certainly not a dang car!
I’ll tell you what my parents DID give me: Room, board, an education, family meals every night and lots of love. At school, if we got out of line, we got sent to the dean of boys, and he gave us licks with a 1-inch think wooden paddle! Then when we got home our Dad gave us worse than that! No, we didn’t get out of line much. The kids these days, they think if the old man has money, then they have money. I tell my kids that the guy they call Grandpa is not the same guy I called Dad! OK, so it’s the same guy, but Grandpa is a whole lot nicer than Dad!
Anyway, I could go on for hours about this entitled generation, but my ugly head hurts so I’m going to bed now. It’s nearly 9 p.m., and my alarm goes off at 3 a.m. I’m tired.
I love y’all and I miss y’all every day!
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